♥ Hello Beauty ♥

What Did You Think?
That in the Aching of a Soul's Heart There Could Be Such a Strange Thing?
As a Liking Akin.

A Liking Into the Depth of Who You Are
Human, Being, Friend, and Flame From Afar.
That Could Wishfully Create a Strange Thing as a Liking,
Akin to and Afar.

I Do Not Care For The Color of Your Eyes,
As Much As I Care For the Color of Your Soul.

Is it The Paint of Your Flesh, Yellow and Fair?
Or is The Soul That Lays Out All the Beautiful it Can Bare?

Nor Would I Say It Is In Your Gifted Body....
Shapely, Surrounded by Beauty So Rare,
To Not Bring Clear Sight Other Than Body.

It is Really in The Heart of Yours Instead Friend.
The Likes That Can Create Words of Musical Beauty Without Any Dread.

The Aching of the Heart to Mix With Another and Matched.....
Is the Stranges of All Lovely Things, To Ever Be Matched

I Smile to the Eyes, Flesh, or Grace Before Me,
But Not As So Intensely or Enlightening, Than the Soul that Has Become To Be
All in Front of Me.

Hello New Friend,
Lovely It is To Be
♥